C291 A Butler Who Doesn't Know How to Cook Isn't a Good Butler
A kiss as long as a century. . .
Yeh Beichen's lips reluctantly left Mo Qing's lips. His fingertips gently brushed against his lips and Yeh Beichen felt extremely satisfied.
He coughed slightly with a hoarse voice. Yeh Beichen moved closer to Mo Qing. She looked up at her and knew what he wanted to do next.
Yeh Beichen also noticed that Mo Qing wanted to refuse again and hugged her in his arms
